Grammar school

No less awed by its architecture, no less humbled by its size, I made my way through the grand archway of my former grammar school in Ramsgate, where I’d been a pupil for seven years. Now studying politics, I was back at my old school conducting research for a dissertation on class divisions, asking whether education and the job market had become the preserve of the privileged, or if someone from my ordinary background could still slip through the net?